Unless I have a major change of heart… a heavenly blogging conversion of some sort… this is likely the last year for the site.
After 13 years, I’m just over it. The salad days were fun; there were so many bloggers we were like a huge community… but many people have either closed shop or migrated to Facebook… which is a closed environment. If you’re not their friend, you can’t see what they think. And once at FB the writing goes from stories to “guess what I made for breakfast?” Which is fine, if that’s what they want to share. At least I can keep up with their meals.
Typical Facebook post
I like Facebook because it allows me to keep up with my former blogging friends and loathe it because it’s stolen so many stories from us. There must be more of one than the other because I haven’t deleted my account lately.
I really don’t share much on FB myself, but if I were to post something today it would be: “I can’t find any of my regular bras, so I’m wearing a sportsbra.” Scintillating stuff, which I’m sure you’re sorry to have missed on my wall because you’re not my FB friend.
Mike asked why I’ve kept the site this long and my answer was “I like to have a place to say what I think” but I increasingly.. don’t think. And don’t like to say even when I do. Things started going downhill when friends and family found the place; the blowback was incredible. I went from trusted friend to evil, cross burning conservative in the blink of an eye.
The Triple K were democrats, by the way. Lincoln a Republican, even though the left keeps claiming him for their side it will never change history.
YsD came by for a visit on her way down to Dade county to see her family. It was nice to see her again, plus I got to unload the rest of my books on her. Well, minus a small selection that I’ll never part with.
She was living here when Bree came to us as a pup, so to the dog YsD is a gone-but-not-forgotten pack member. They were happy to see each other, as always, and played like reunited girls and puppies are wont to do…. which admittedly made me a little misty. I asked YsD if she had noticed the whitening face and she said “I don’t want to.” Yup, me either.
Maybe in this last year the gloves should come off. Maybe I should tell everyone what I really think of them… and their little dog, too. But honestly, people know what I think of them; I’m a horrible poker player and do not endure assholes for long. Almost wrote ‘suffer fools’ but fools are fine as long as they’re possessed of a sweet spirit.
So, what should I do with this last year? Go out with a whimper or a bitch? Slowly wind down to posting pictures of the dogs on blogger or Tumblr? I like Tumblr for what it is… my Tumblr dashboard is pretty much all art, Cumberbatch and Corgis. Did you know that Corgis are the official dog of the internet?
Anyway, lots of Benedict Cumberbatch, even multidimensional, semi-cognitive Ben. Asked his opinion of our prez, he said:
Love Sherlock better than my toaster.
Or maybe I’ll just ramble this next year, saying whatever drivel comes to mind. Then you’ll be glad to see me go…